Significance.

I have been using that world a lot lately.  I say that this or that is significant.  I told a friend that the new restaurant I went to had a very significant side salad.  I talked about a container of body cream being significant.  I told someone else that my new mascara was significant.  I have talked to my husband about the significance of a card he received in the mail.  I could go on here, because it is truly becoming a word I cue up and use constantly anymore.   I am not even sure if I use the word correctly.  It just sounds very good, and brings “significance” to a conversion.  At least I am telling myself that.  We all want to sound interesting, right?

This made me think about the word itself.   My Mother in Law passed away a few months ago.  On the heels of losing my mother, these two very significant people (there it is again) left us.  I never felt like I had a Mother in Law that was typical.  She was younger than I am at this very moment when I first met her.  She was beautiful.  Smart.  Strong.  Tenacious, and always giving advice that was welcomed.  The day she died, I walked outside of the hospital and noticed birds singing, people walking and talking, the sun was out; life continued.  It always does.  We get moments of significance, in the ever changing landscape that is our life, and those moments need to be savored.  Held.  Then spoke of often, as we continue on.

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Which brings me to why I think I am using this world a lot.  In the last year I am learning how every thing we go through has significance.  A very small thing like noticing the song of a sparrow in a tree, all the way to a conversation at just the right time, to the people that enter and leave our lives, all have significance and importance to how we grow and change and become.  Nothing we go through or do in any given day is wasted. It all matters.  The traffic we got caught in, the wrong number we answered, the “thanks” to the clerk, the nod to the stranger, or the hug from a friend.

It was something my Mother in Laws life, and death taught me.  To notice the significance in a very simple things. To breath in experience, even if I think it’s nothing.   I am going to keep on using this word.  There was significance in noticing that I was saying that word a lot.  (see?) 

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